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WHAT a profoundly depressing week. Have the years since Iraq happened at all? Apparently not. Back then, in the wake of an appalling terrorist outrage, the west was instructed to feed its slavering media a war: 24-hour technicolour entertainment had the inconvenient side-effect of killing tens of thousands of people, but that didn’t matter because […]

I was going to write a whimsical piece about the enormous cat Brother Bertie inflicted upon us, Captain Pusstasticus, who has been under the vet, but only after a ferocious struggle. This would have been amusing and as another bonus would have irritated old Brother Fiddle, who dislikes whimsy. But this is no time for […]

This remembrance-tide –  bow this deep, wear that poppy – typifies the intellectual poverty of this country: the idea that by putting on a sombre face, wearing a poppy and bowing deep you have done your bit to honour dead and injured servicemen and women. You haven’t. Of course you haven’t. When the pygmy’s pygmy, […]

I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic this week. I had a lovely holiday last week, thanks for asking, and part of it was remembering that distant, strange thing of not working like a whipped cur from dawn to midnight every single fucking day, which reminded me of being young. And listening to the news, I was […]